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i wish i could disable notifications for this blog its so embarrassing. unless you guys like me and you are reblogging my posts bcause you like them but its still embarrassing

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play fighting is so fucking hot, oh no I got pinned down by you on the bed we better not fuck or anything that would be crazy

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Not to brag but, I’m an official nurse as of today. So that means, I legally have the knowledge to know what drugs to use to make it easier for me to throw you in my back seat to take home with me. But that not all of course, I know your body better than you do.

I can pick apart and coax things out of your little body you never thought possible, all while abusing and molding your holes with my cock until I get my fill and fix you back up for when I decide to break you again. Do with that what you will.

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What’s your preferred method of intox? I’m personally more partial to being roofied but i’m curious as to what you’re into

$20

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SLASHERIFICATION !!!?!!

You look handsome in that mask, don’t you?

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bulge is my favourite view. just obsessed with seeing hard cock straining to get out ngl

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if you saw something strange here no don't worry about it

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i started tthinking about drugging a boy and seeing him start to panic when he starts feeling off but i whisper sweet things to him and tell him everything will be alright and he will feel so good and that he's safe and he needs this and im doing it for him and then i realized that's so fucked up and wrong but it was so hot

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uaagghh if somebody doesn't bring me somewhere i've never been and get me in a panicked vulnerable delirious state of mind on purpose so i'm just terrified and clinging to them and they pretend to benevolently take care of me i may Die & Pass away

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Are you gonna dr*g me and tie me up and take me out to a secluded forest or are you BORING

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friend who won't stop asking how you feel after you drink what they gave you. for no reason probably

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who celebrating noncon november

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sleazy big brother that notices im having a rough day and decides to try and be nice for once <3 sleazy big brother that coaxes me into smoking weed for the first time and can't help but laugh at how badly i start coughing <3 sleazy big brother rubbing my back as i get through the coughing fit <3 sleazy big brother taking me into his bed once the high starts kicking in, saying it'll be easier to look after me like that <3 sleazy big brother holding me close as my head gets all fuzzy, rubbing at my hip and pressing a couple of his fingers in my mouth for me to suck on <3 sleazy big brother burying his face in my neck as i start to doze off in his warm bed <3

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I think someone I trust making me drink so much to the point I am barely conscious just to mess with me would be insanely hot. I want to wake up the day after with a massive headache not knowing what happend the night before. There is so much more I want to say but am probably not allowed to on here... :(

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drugging you would be fun. I remember giving you a pack of skittles once, that you ate without question; I could totally give you an edible and just count the minutes.. the seconds until it hits. You won’t even know what it is as first, but soon you’ll feel a little weird. “Why is my mouth so dry? My hands are sweaty. The steering wheel feels stuck to my hands. What the fuck is happening!?” Ha. That’d be entertaining. Don’t worry honey, I’ll take over, get in the passenger seat for me. Lock your seatbelt in, take a look at what I’ve done to you. God, you’d look so hot all fucked up, not even knowing what’s happening. I would drive you to my house, or even YOUR house just because you can’t tell even count your fingers right now, why would I listen to you? What music would I play? Maybe I could show you one of the playlists I made for you, show you some songs that really amp up my fantasies. “Where are we going?” Aw, you don’t even know what road we’re on. On second thought, let’s go to the park, so I can take you in the dark night, where no one would hear you. You’d like it though. Maybe you’re feeling a little weird, maybe I can help you. I’m so sorry you feel off, how about I make you feel good instead? Just lay back and let me do what I need to do. When I fantasize about you, I can never decide which way I like you most; on top of me, or under me. On top of me, inside of me, dominating me; I know you can be aggressive, you love to degrade. I found your Twitter account, I know the sick shit you’re into, which is why you wouldn’t even fight back. You want to be taken advantage of. You want to take advantage of other people. I could do that for you, better than anyone else. Underneath me, you’d be the whore you try, and fail, to hide. I can be rough. I’ll bite you, mark you as mine, dig my fucking teeth into your skin till you cry. Make you beg, and make you beg some more. I’d totally put you on a leash, have the control you crave to be under. At some point, you’d get more adjusted to the drug and be more conscious of yourself. That would be the most fun, because now you have to fully comprehend where you are now. You can’t hide how much of a whore you are, I see right through it.